“You worked all day, and I’m just loading this into the dishwasher.”
“I’m not letting my pregnant girlfriend clean up alone after she cooked me dinner. Go.”
I took the plate from her hand and pointed to the living room. Judging by how her jaw went slack, I’d broken the unspoken rule of not labeling whatever this was between us. She stared at me, eyes wide, but didn’t fight. Only nodded and padded back inside.
Once I loaded the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen, I found Olivia folded into a ball on her couch, completely passed out with her hair cascading over the arm.
I sat beside her, easing down slowly on the cushion so I wouldn’t wake her. Unable to help myself, I brushed the hair off her forehead. Watching her sleep reminded me of that morning after the wedding. I woke up completely clueless as to what to do next and unable to take my eyes off her. She was so beautiful, it hurt not to touch her.
“Did I do it again?” Her voice was groggy as she stirred. “I sit for more than five minutes and I’m out. Your kid is already slowing me down.” She shot me a crooked smile as she rubbed her stomach.
“Well,” I said, draping my hand over hers. “Then he’s—or she’s—already a step ahead of me. I could never keep up with you.”
She laughed through a yawn. “I’ve always been too much.”
“No,” I said, my clipped tone surprising both of us. “You’re everything, Olivia.”
“You’re sweet when you want to be, Bennett,” she told me as she squirmed on the couch, fisting the collar of my T-shirt to pull me on top of her. “I wanted to make tonight special for you. I didn’t mean to pass out in the middle of it.”
“You did,” I whispered as I settled between her legs. We’d been in this position most of the week, but knowing I was here for the night made it hit a little different. “Nothing would have been special today without you. I still don’t know how I can thank you.”
“I keep telling you, you don’t. Although I would like to apply to take over your social media accounts.” I melted into her as she ran her nails up and down my back. “It’s cute that you guys throw up a holiday meme or random cake, but now that you have eyes on you, you need to make the most of it.”
“Can I afford you?” I asked as I ran my thumb along her bottom lip.
She squinted at me, tapping her chin. “We can work out a good rate. Considering you knocked me up and everything, I’m sure that qualifies for a discount.”
“All right. We can give it a try…” I stilled after I hooked her leg around my hip and drifted my hand up her bare thigh. “What’s this?” I asked as my fingers trailed what felt like lace.
“That’s the other little present I have for you today. I just drifted off before I could show you.” She shifted under me and tapped my shoulder. I sat up as she stood from the couch and pulled her dress over her head.
“Fuck, Olivia,” I growled. She was in a red lace bra and panties—pantiesbeing a relative term as they were only a scrap of material draped over her hips. The swells of her breasts strained against the cups, already spilling out. My eyes roamed her body as she turned around, and I almost swallowed my tongue as I drank in the rest of her.
“I’m not showing yet, but my boobs are going to need their own zip code soon.” She grinned as her hand slid across the slight swell of her abdomen.
This fantasy brought to life was mine.Shewas mine, and maybe she always had been. I’d resisted her for the very reason she said—she was always too much for me in all the best ways.
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” I rasped and closed the distance between us, crushing my lips to hers. Her back arched as I ran my tongue down her neck and across her chest. All I needed was one small tug on the cups until she came right out of that bra. She screamed when I took a nipple into my mouth and rolled it between my teeth. Her body was still soft and sensitive—and always gorgeous.
My head spun, dizzy from the loss of blood from my brain to my cock. Seeing her like this, wrapped up like a red lace present just for me, I couldn’t open it fast enough. I devoured her mouth as I reached behind her to unbuckle her bra. The package was nice, but nothing beat Olivia naked. And I needed her nakednow.
“Tyler, I… oh God, yes…” She moaned as I found more sensitive skin—wet, swollen skin dripping all over my fingers. I trailed kisses down her body, resting my cheek against the tiny bump for a moment before I licked a path up the side of her thigh.
“Please,” she begged on a moan as I pressed soft kisses between her legs, taking a peek at her hooded eyes and swollen lips, and moved the lace aside and sucked her clit into my mouth. Her thigh trembled against my cheek as I lost all mercy and self-control, sucking and biting, letting it slip between my teeth when I eased off only to dive in harder.
She pushed against my shoulders, shaking her head when I glanced up at her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, standing and cupping her neck. Her face was flushed, and she winced when she met my gaze as if she were in pain.
“Take your clothes off and fuck me.” She dug her nails into my biceps, then searched for the hem of my T-shirt. “I can’t take it anymore.”
I peeled my shirt off and brought her mouth back to mine. Taking it slow was pointless and stupid. Olivia and I were explosive, all-consuming, and inevitable.
I framed her face, my chest heaving along with hers. “Can I make love to you instead?”
She blinked, her face crumpling for a moment.Lovewas not a word we ever used between us, although it scratched at the back of my throat more often than I could face just yet. What we had together was new and confusing sometimes, but the one thing I knew was there would be no going back from this.
There was never any going back from Olivia period.
